Rhona W

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And the monster of a post is finished

@BurningCold

Huh. I mean, I was kind of hoping for a bit more actual inclusion since I made an effort to actually talk to another character...
What's actually left for the rest of us to do...

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I'm holding off on making a reply yet, as I wanted to see what the others who are around me have to say, and see if they're going to interact with Silver Sentry in any way and talk to her, and to what I've had her do.

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Biological, not radioactive my friend.

@Goblininamech

If it's not a radiological bomb, it doesn't classify as a dirty bomb - dirty bombs by definition contain radioactive materials.
Anything else, and it's a chemical or biological weapon

The difference is important, because it depends on how people's powers would work on it, and how it would be treated by the authorities for containment and cleanup etc

Ace Combat-Esque RP; checking for interest.

Bump - still looking for a couple of new players to join us

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

-disregard, posted in error-

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

As the two flights of Cobalt Haze reached altitude and the distance between them grew, the radio burst into life with the clear, firm and pleasant tones of the squadron's designated AWACS controller.
"Good morning, Cobalt Haze squadron. This is AWACS Skywatch, I'll be operating to help direct and manage your mission this morning"
"Cobalt Lead; roger that Skywatch. Good to hear from you. Got a vector for us on the convoy, over?"
"Skywatch to Cobalt Lead; affirmative. Keep you current heading; you should see them coming into view below, over"
"Cobalt Lead; a-firm. Beginning patrol pattern, keep us advised of any contacts, over"

Meanwhile, Chevy's radio crackled to life not long after.
"Cobalt 3, this is Skywatch. Advisory from Home Plate at Malta. Cobalt 4 had an accident on takeoff, her aircraft is unserviceable. Mission is still a go if you can continue without her, over?"

Scott toggled radio channels and spoke to the other planes in the patrol flight.
"Cobalt 1-1 to all elements. Here's the drill, so listen up. We're going to take up opposing tracks on the patrol pattern, an elongated circle with the convoy at the centre, four miles out. That way, we're all in a position to react to anything that occurs and no-one is ever far from the convoy itself. Skywatch will handle all comms between us and the convoy itself, and direct us to any targets they pick up - but keep your eyes peeled, as there's a lot of surface clutter down there from all sorts of boats and aircraft, so anything might try and sneak up using that as cover. Anything comes within five miles and doesn't squawk an ID, we go in fast and hard to check on it. Anything that doesn't respond to an ID check and a request for details; same thing applies, over".

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Approximately half an hour later
Over the Mediterranean Sea; approximately 20 miles West of Malta
March 13th 2014

"There it is again," Kat chimed in over the intercom channel between her and Scott in the Tomcat, as he pulled another gentle banking turn to follow the 'racetrack' patrol route around the ships, chugging along patiently in the near distance, easily visible from their height.
"You're right, I heard it and felt it this time, KK". Scott tapped the displays for the ASF-14 and paged through the systems displays trying to find an answer for the growing flutter in the airframe Kat had noticed as their flight had gone on and they'd carried out more turns. Nothing showed on the systems displays that he could see, but that only made him more concerned, rather than reassured.
"I'm not picking up anything on the systems readouts or the instruments that's obvious up here"
"Okay. I'll see if I can nail anything down".
"Right. I'd better let Brightspark know, just in case"
He switched channels and spoke across to Mykhailo, looking across at the sleek, dart-like shape of the F-16 a goodly distance away, not able to see the younger man's features over the distance, but clearly making out the silhouette of his helmeted head against the F-16's big bubble canopy in the clear light and skies.
"Cobalt One-One to Cobalt 6; Brightspark I'm getting a little bit of a flutter in the airframe when I'm turning. Not sure where it's coming from, but KK is trying to nail it down. Not too concerned so far, but giving you a heads-up if it gets worse-"
Before he could say more, the AWACS operator's channel lit up with a message and her voice cut in.
"Cobalt Flight One, this is Skywatch; multiple contacts detected closing in directly on course for your heading. Tracking multiple air and surface targets. Reading six, that is; zero-six small surface targets closing at thirty knots, six air targets; that is zero-six bogeys closing in two flights of three; group one at ten thousand feet, group two at two thousand. All targets are not responding to communications and are not transmitting IFF, recommend immediate intercept, over!"
"Shit," muttered Scott, before thumbing the button to transmit back on the channel between all the planes in both flights.
"Cobalt Lead; Roger Skywatch. Flight Two; go for those boats. Cobalt 6, you're on me, go for the low flight; I'll take the high ones. All aircraft; confirm positive visual ID before engaging! over!"

Scott put the Super Tomcat into a steep bank, pushing the throttle up to pour more power into the huge, powerful turbofan engines. The big jets' wings swept back automatically as it gathered speed, heading on the intercept course the E-2 Hawkeye AWACS had provided.
"Kat, find me those targets"
"On it, boss," she said in terse, clipped tone as she concentrated. "Got them, three fast movers, at your three o'clock off the nose; angels ten and hauling arse"
"Rog, got them!"
His sharp eye picked out the black dots, light gleaming off of metal as the three planes closed in. Kat wasn't wrong; the trio of aircraft were pulling some serious speed, and that combined with their size ruled out any civilian aircraft.
"Cobalt Lead; closing in for visual ID, stand by, over" he called out for the benefit of the AWACS and the other members of the squadron. As soon as he said this, and the Tomcat closed in, the trio of jets split. Kat turned in the back seat, hands pressed against the canopy as she turned to keep track of the other jets.
"High right!"
"Got 'em, got 'em!" he cried as he caught sight of one of the jets. Relatively small; it was about the size of Valkyrie's Gripen but with a low, almost straight wing and high-mounted 'cheek' air intakes along with a single engine, and a relatively low-mounted horizontal stabiliser. The planes were gull grey on the bottom, and had a muddy, green-brown and dusty yellowish camouflage pattern on the upper sides.
"L-59's," Kat called out in a strained voice as the G's rocked her back in her seat. "Libyan!" she added as she caught a sight of a national marking. "And they're packing for air-to-air"
A growling tone sounded as the L-59's started hunting, warning Scott and Kat of an attempted lock-on, and the american pilot swore, pulling a sharp rolling dive to shake the lock.
"Cobalt Lead to all units; Bogeys are definitely bandits; hostile targets engaged!"

At lower altitude, the trio of slower-moving aircraft spread out as Myk approached, splitting to try and avoid the sleek F-16 as it bore in. Unlike the higher-flying planes, they were different looking; with more rounded, cylindrical fuselages, straight wings, lower-mounted intakes and darker colours for their camouflage. Rocket pods and small bombs hung under their wings, with no obvious air-to-air weaponry.

Flight two had different things to contend with. The six surface targets resolved into small, angular boats. Each had a prominent weapons station on the bow, and those immediately swivelled and started spitting tracers as soon as the pair of aircraft closed within range, along with small-arms fire similarly lancing up at them along with the hunting tones of surface-to-air missiles in the form of shoulder-fired weapons.

@Letter Bee, @Smike, @Kensai, @Damo021, @Shadow Daedalus

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Lilah had been taking a break from testing the latest iteration of her armour. The auto-manufacturing suite had completed the assembly overnight, and she'd taken the Mark 7 out for a test. She was thoroughly impressed with the performance, even though it was incremental; response performance was up, battery efficiency was better and the minor aerodynamic tweaks and flight control surface improvements had made flying a joy. She hadn't managed to get a significant speed boost, but she hadn't been aiming for one this time. That was on the big board of ideas stuck to the wall in the workshop she and her small and closely held staff of confidants called 'the wish list'.

Lilah had slid the visor up as she sat on one of the eagle-like sculptures that jutted out from the upper corners of the skyscraper she'd chosen to alight upon. Sounds of the city drifted up from below, it's hustle and bustle and the rhythms of daily life long familiar background noise to her. It mingled with the chatter through her helmets' earpieces as it automatically monitored police and news frequencies.
The almost peaceful reverie was broken into by by the sudden burst of noise from a police alert coming over the airwaves:

“Robbery in progress at Nova City Bank. All units, respond. Suspects are still inside. Officer safety is a priority”

Lilah snapped her visor back down, obscuring her face completely. She rolled forward, slipping off of the stone grotesque to let the vibrant flash of her energy wings catch the air as she effortlessly and gracefully tilted and soared toward the area of Nova City that held the bank.

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A short while later, the scene came into view below. Lilah flared into a stop as she hovered above the scene; taking in the cordon of police officers, including SWAT around the perimeter, and - quite obviously standing out - the little group of other Supes outside the bank. As she watched, someone she didn't recognise moved up to the front doors and powerfully kicked them in. She winced at the sight; it seemed like an incredibly risky approach. Before she could even touch ground, someone else; large and grey with what looked like a tail, crashed through one of the windows and into the interior of the bank, out of sight to her normal vision. The front
"Ah crap," she muttered to herself, "there goes the careful, tactical approach..."
She set down soundlessly with a gleam of her multi-hued energy wings, armour gleaming with their reflections.
She looked across at the only other person still outside the bank; a man clad in combat armour that at least visually looked almost as sophisticated as hers, though she got no power readings indicating it was powered like hers. A moment later her armours' computers confirmed his visual reference with online sources.

"Rift, isn't it?" she said warily across to him, nodding in his direction. "I take it we're the late ones getting here? Care to go in together, I imagine whatever is going on inside will probably need untangling after whoever else has barged their way inside, and there are people in there that need rescuing and getting out".
She tilted her head toward the door, and took up a defensive stance, projecting a forcefield in front of her, large enough to shield them both as she approached the stairs, thermal imaging scanning the interior ahead of her to get a picture of where everyone was inside to form a strategy as she moved.

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@Carlyle

Hang on, hang on...

She's a seal

called Finley....

Is that deliberate, because I love it <3 <3

(Also, I love the character as a whole)

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Sorry for my lack of post today, I have been unwell. I'll try and get something up soon.
I will, however, not be doing the flashy formatting that seems to be in vogue at the moment, so I hope that's okay

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Noice - I will do an IC reply tomorrow!